I’ve begun testing out some materials to see which will provide the most “bang for my buck” if you will. Not necessarily in relation to literally cost but in how the material begins and then translates into a crocheted object. For example, last week I purchased 3 yards of fabric (1 yd = 3 ft … so 9 ft in length). The fabric itself is around 1 yard in width as well, you’d think that is a pretty good amount of material and should translate into a decently large crochet piece. After spending a couple hours cutting the fabric into 1-1.5 inch strips and sort of slip knotting them together to create a yarn like structure and crocheting it together, I discovered the exact opposite. The piece essentially came out to be approximately 24 inches in width and maybe 6-8 inches in height/length. I recall having similar sizing breakdowns last spring. A 6ft by 10ft silk image, once crocheted, became approximately 33x 22 inches. The shrinkage of material just really isn’t worth all the work and effort that goes into it.
Remembering that I had a 1000 ft. spool of rope, I decided to see how that would translate as well as to see what the crochet stitches would begin to look like and how it could function as an object specifically with the weight and body of this material. It took me just about 2 hours to crochet this piece and although there is still quite a bit of shrinking happening within the substrate (it’s not a 1000ft or even close to 1000 ft finished piece) there seems to be more room for development with this material. Some things I found interesting about the rope as a material are it’s heavy weight once crocheted into a larger object, the looseness and free flowing nature of it even as a crocheted object, its potential for manipulation through wire and layering, as well as its potential for different texture and size via the diameter of the rope. Below are some images of the rope piece and ways I have begun to think about it’s potential for manipulation and created context through layering via hanging methods.
My final crit was last Wednesday, which also happened to be my 26th birthday. All in all it was a beneficial and fruitful critique and a decent day. The work I presented involved the display of the patch images I posted previously (see The Importance of a Patch), and I briefly discussed with my classmates the conceptual thoughts and questions I am considering as a maker.
The remaining work I presented consisted of pieces created through collaging imagery on a fabric surface that was reminiscent of my dad’s fire gear. Using super sauce I transferred older family photographs along with some of the letters my dad has written me onto the fabric. In efforts to create a sense of absence I also replicated the patch shapes in black fabric and placed them on the quilted collages. All of the items were attached using appliqué techniques seeing as these were more test pieces than anything, which allowed me to remove and move things around easily. I wasn’t exactly thrilled with the work presented. The black patches felt like a representation of death or mourning more than absence. I think often a large sense of black can do that. In addition, some of the materials added to the piece just started to make it feel like there was too much going on. (photos to come soon)
Some of the key points that really stuck with me in regards to the critique were related to 1. Making sure I am making work that I love and enjoy- despite the content, what do I want to do and what do I love to do? 2. How can the passage of time be represented in the work, either through material or representational within the content? (Time related to my dad being away working — time spent with and without my family).
Thinking about these things I came to two conclusions; crocheting, which I did last semester, is what I love to do and perhaps should be the direction that I should go in and secondly, perhaps time can be represented in the amount of time I dedicate to a piece, it’s length, or its stitch count, etc. My dad worked for 72 hours a week, generally, as a fire fighter. Would it be possible to crochet for this amount of time each week from now until my thesis? What would the object begin to look like? More importantly, what materials will or can I use that are going to relate to or emphasize the content of the work?
As I began to think of these ideas I also have been thinking about what role imagery can play within the work or if it is even necessary to have an image within the work. Some of the older family photographs I have acquired, in a way, have begun to shut me out of making. I find myself drawn to certain pictures and then begin to wonder why I am drawn to that specific photograph as well as what can I do with the photograph to create a new composition that will be relatable to an audience and to expressing my relationship with my dad. Daunting to say the least… and often leaves me feeling frustrated and a little lost.
For now, I am going to explore crochet as a medium as well as the materials that can be potentially used within it. How can I metaphorically use the material to create an object that represents a narrative between my father and I? What role does the crochet play? I look forward to researching artists for inspiration as well as researching and learning a bit more of the history of craft.
Diving into an entire new medium in a completely new context than before is nerve-wracking, especially when I have spent the last 7+ years developing my skills and knowledge as a photographer, but it’s grad school, so go big or go home right?
Ready for Thesis.
Ready for Thesis?
Both the same set of words, yet one obviously a statement and the latter a question. Currently I am at the second and working towards the bold, strong, statement that is the first.
My show, Blue: A love affair is finally up and nearly ready to go. The photographs are all pretty much set where they are with a few tweaks to be presented here and there. I painted an entire wall blue, which wasn’t as daunting as one might think and it came out surprisingly a beautiful, solid, fresh navy blue.
The show will be up all this week, until Saturday with a closing reception happening at 6:30pm on Friday in Byers gallery. If you’re around, come check it out and say hello.
Now it’s time to start really working into my thesis. I’ve been planning to use appropriated imagery and reprinting them through alternative photo processes like salt printing or Van Dyke printing to create a new composition, so the work I recently completed for Blue, technically was very helpful in getting me ready to work in those processes. Content wise I am still struggling as far as where exactly I will go. I know I’d like to discuss my family and fabricated memories built through photographs, but just how I will do that is still up in the air.
I grew up in a great home in a wonderful region of the Pocono Mountains of North East Pennsylvania. I spent a lot of time outdoors with my sister and brother, played sports, had a ton of friends, and great parents that supported me in academics, arts, and after school sports. There are moments in my childhood, however, that things were not so picture perfect. Moments that are lost and unrepresented in the photographs that fill the family albums in my parents home. I wonder what role photography can play in exploring these lost memories and how they have effected me emotionally. My relationship with my Dad has always been a rocky one. Two strong Type A personalities with a ton of things to say just generally don’t get along super well and as I got older I got less and less patient with my father and more eager to argue back with him when the opportunity arose. (Very typical teenager of me you’d say, but the arguing definitely stemmed from things that are rooted much deeper). Despite this, my Dad is an amazing man. A hard worker, who has sacrificed immensely for my family and in ways that I will never be able to repay him for, but in his efforts to provide he also became absent. I’ve always been proud to say my dad is a fire fighter- a hero to me and my siblings and even to strangers, but the long shifts and far commute didn’t always make a ton of time for being at home with family.
As an artist and in general, I have never really taken the time to think about all of these dynamics that have been created within my family and the way they have effected me. And as stated previously, I have never been one to make highly emotional or personal work, but grad school is all about change and challenging yourself right? So here are some of the questions I am asking myself and ideas I am trying to work through as I navigate through my own personal narrative in efforts to create new work.
What does it mean for someone to be physically present in life but also absent emotionally?
How can I express my own perspective on my childhood without being insensitive to my family?
My dad being a fire fighter has always been something I am extremely proud of, but it also kept him away from getting to know me and my siblings better, how has that changed or challenged me growing up? How can that be brought forward in a visual and physical object?
How does having such a similar personality to my Dad effect me? What does it mean to me to be so much like him?
What do I want to portray or say about my childhood?
What memories do I want to explore? How can I explore them without be exploitative?
Phew… well it has been a while since I’ve posted. Each time I have stopped into the studio I have reminded myself to get on here and post my end of semester work with an update and yet somehow it always manages to get tossed aside. So, alas! All those that have been anxiously waiting, (no one), here it is!
I finished the semester with 4 finished pieces. There are some questions remaining, things that could be further pushed and/or explored but overall I am happy with the result and was confident in what I had produced. Just a month or so before the end of the semester I was having a total mental breakdown thinking I would have nothing to produce, so although 4 pieces may not seem like much- they felt like quite an accomplishment to me. Below are images of the works before they were installed in the Beeler Lobby for the 2017 CHROMA exhibit. If you live locally in Columbus I encourage you to stop by and check them out. I won’t say much as I could really write forever about the struggles that I had throughout this semester and the resulting works, but instead I will leave you with my artist statement a brief description of the process and materials along with photos of the works allowing them all to work together and speak for each other.
A series of 4 crocheted photographs printed on silk and cotton fabrics, cut up and created into a yarn like structure, then finger crocheted.
Over the past year I have watched my twin sister transition from college graduate to full time teacher, fiancé, and mom to two pets. She shares a home with her partner and they plan to be married in October of this coming year. Within this home structure she fulfills a very typical housewife role completing all the traditional domestic chores while her future husband tends to the “outside work.” I have observed her frustrations and stresses as she struggles to fulfill the role of “housewife” on top of her daily regime and very much have been frustrated by these expectations that have been set for her.
Using a camera to document this personal history as well as a collective of couples around the Midwest these photographs depict domestic interiors cut up, crocheted, and restructured creating a new image entirely. The crocheting process serves as a means to bring power to women’s craftwork while reconstructing and reconfiguring the domestic space offering redefinition of roles, ideas, and expectations within that setting.
After a stressful day and a brief mental breakdown, I took the afternoon to reclaim some of my fabric image scraps from last semester. I cut them down into about 1/2″ or 1/4″ strips and connected them to create a length of “yarn.” I then hand crocheted the images together.
Recently I have been exploring a lot with materials and process. I’ve hit a pretty hard wall it feels and for a while felt like I lost a large creative drive because I was stressing myself so much about content. I’ve been doing my best to put that all aside and just make for the sake of making- go back to just allowing myself to be a creative thinker and artist the way I know how to.
So here’s some images of my experiment from the evening- not quite finished and it’s definitely something I’d like to continue to develop.
As my final critique rolled around, I was excited, a little anxious, but excited. I felt like I had completed a decent amount of work, varying with different materials and printing substrates as well as installation works. All of which were things I had either not done before or had little experience with. I felt prepared. Why then when the time came to present my work was I so bloody nervous?? One may never know. Either way, the feedback and critique were both helpful.
As I photographed couples and their homes, my work began to take on the idea/construct of a sort of sociological survey of people living in their domestic spaces today. Which was indeed what I was investigating, however, it wasn’t making my viewpoint come to light or bringing forth the message I would have hoped. The images documented these lived in spaces and the people inhabiting them but really what were they saying? Truthfully, not too much. They were documents. There were some interesting things happening I think with sewing into the details of images, printing and collaging on cotton, as well as printing on silk and yet still they were not quite saying what I wanted them to say.
I watch many women around me deal with the daily frustrations of being responsible for the domestic duties within their home, and as a woman myself I find it daunting and aggravating. I see the women I know exhausted, stressed; not feeling as though they have enough time in the day to go to work, get what they need for dinner, tend to their own wants- maybe workout or do some yoga- and also get dinner prepped and cooked by a reasonable time. Not to mention clean and vacuum on the weekends, while they also work their second job. All the while, their partner spends his time perhaps relaxing in his chair watching tv while dinner is prepared or maybe outside doing some work in the yard or garage until it’s time to come in and eat and then relax before bed.
Many women I know enjoy cooking, enjoy baking, and heck some even enjoy cleaning, however, it is when these things suddenly go from voluntary activities to required underlying expectations that a line is crossed and they no longer become enjoyable. As a woman I find it incredibly exhausting to think that this is what my life may become but truthfully I hope to find a partner that will be willing to share these duties so that I will not have to feel as much of the burden and frustration that many other women I know face.
As I begin this semester and continue exploring these ideas I hope to bring to light this notion of frustration, exhaustion, and daunting task work that women undergo as shared household members. I am hoping to continue to work with printing on different fabrics and finding a way to manipulate them to show my point of view and opinions on the subject matter more clearly.
Below are images from my final critique. A culmination of a semester’s investigation.